Japanese big things

I don’t know when, there were already a lot of office workers in suits and ties on the street, standing out a little from the bustling crowd in casual clothes. They gathered in front of the rooftops facing the street, surrounding the rooftops selling various barbecues and snacks.

We sat in a circle, ordered a bunch of food, and drank beer as much as we wanted. Some of them drank too much, and they would make loud noises from time to time.

Pedestrians passing by see this situation and often subconsciously choose to avoid it. They would rather take two more steps to go around instead of causing a little trouble. Well, although the general public can understand the situation of these office workers, but

This state of being easily transformed after drinking alcohol is still unavoidable and annoying.

"Here, this is your takoyaki. If you want skewers, you have to wait a little longer."

The stall owner handed two portions of takoyaki to Nakamura Masahiro and Mie, and then continued to work on the skewers. He skillfully flipped the skewers on the barbecue grid to prevent the red charcoal fire from scorching the skewers.

From time to time, he picked up various seasonings and skillfully added various flavors to the meat skewers. Judging from his posture, he was definitely a senior person and must have been an old businessman for many years.

Occasionally, a drop of oil fell on the charcoal fire under the barbecue grid, and a faint small flame was instantly produced. The rising heat filled the air, but it was very uncomfortable. Nakamura Masahiro subconsciously pulled Mihui back.

Take two steps to avoid this choking smell.

The stall owner looked like he was used to it. He just turned his head to dodge, and the meat skewers in his hand were slightly offset, and then he continued to flip them. However, judging from the eyes he closed when dodging, and

Judging from his slightly distorted expression, it was obvious that the choking smell made him uncomfortable.

"Ah!...."

Mihui suddenly exclaimed, which startled Nakamura Masahiro. He turned around and saw a takoyaki in Mihui's mouth, and she kept breathing. Apparently, she was struck by the takoyaki while eating.

I got burned.

"Don't be in such a hurry to eat. It's obviously very hot, but you're not afraid of burning your mouth..."

This girl, probably unable to resist the temptation of delicious food, hurriedly took it and put it into her mouth, but she was taught a lesson by the takoyaki. She watched Mihui stretch out her little hand and keep fanning her mouth, trying to disperse the mouth.

The scalding temperature of the takoyaki inside made Masahiro Nakamura smile.

Generally speaking, when eating takoyaki, you should bite it slowly and in small bites. No one will eat it one bite at a time. This is not because of the image of eating, but because the inside of the takoyaki may be very hot. Especially just now

The boiling temperature inside the cooked takoyaki can make people doubt their life when it burns their tongue and throat.

"Here, drink a glass of water. You should feel better."

The stall owner turned around and took a small paper cup, took a glass of water on the roof, then bent down, reached out and handed it to Meihui, with a smile on his face, and said very considerately: "Be sure to remember it next time, if you like it again,

Don’t be in a hurry when it comes to takoyaki.”

"Thank you."

Meihui thanked her hurriedly, took the paper cup and put it into her mouth. After the moist coolness entered her throat, the originally hot temperature in her mouth suddenly dropped, and Meihui's little face showed a comfortable expression.

"Thank you."

Seeing Mei Hui slowly breathing a sigh of relief, Nakamura Masahiro also thanked the stall owner. Although the stall owner may not care, everyone is mutual, and necessary etiquette should still be observed.

"You must have come here after watching the fireworks display, how do you feel?"

Probably because the grilling was almost done, the stall owner lowered the charcoal fire under the grill grid and turned the meat skewers much slower. Taking advantage of the lack of business at the moment, he took the initiative to find a topic to chat with Nakamura Masahiro.
"Well, it's very spectacular and gorgeous."

Recalling those beautiful scenes, Nakamura Masahiro pursed his lips and thought for a while, and finally gave these two words. It’s not that he is short of words, but he doesn’t know what words to use to describe them. These two words are probably more suitable.

, can give a general summary.

Anyway, when he was involved in the film and television industry in China, he had never seen fireworks of this scale. After all, according to the domestic management system, for the sake of safety, most cities are not allowed to set off fireworks. Even if someone does set off fireworks, then

It's only a small scale, nothing new, and the short time often passes by quickly.

"No, this is the largest fireworks display in our Hokuriku region, with 12,000 fireworks. Many people from nearby counties and cities also come to our place to watch the fireworks display..."

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The stall owner looked about forty years old and looked experienced in the world. The wrinkles on his face were full of vicissitudes of life. But his words were full of optimism, giving people a very kind feeling. You could tell.

, he is quite talkative.

However, this is also a normal phenomenon. Stall owners in yatai are usually talkative and good at interacting enthusiastically with customers, creating a comfortable and warm atmosphere. After all, we are doing business. Without a warm attitude, how can we have it?

What about customers coming to take care of business?

Nakamura Masahiro just smiled in agreement and did not answer. According to the information he searched on the Internet, although the fireworks festival in Kanazawa is considered very good, it is compared with hundreds of other fireworks festivals across Japan.

, except for the difference in time, there is actually nothing outstanding.

After all, they are all fireworks, and overall they are similar. Especially since Kanazawa is still in the remote Hokuriku region, it cannot be compared with cities such as Tokyo and Osaka in the metropolitan area. As for the 12,000

It seems like there are a lot of people posting this, but in fact it’s just that.

In many places, more than 20,000 fireworks are set off at fireworks festivals, but does that mean anything? Well, it seems to have some meaning. At least, if there are more fireworks, everyone can watch them for a while and spend more time.

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"Please give me two portions of takoyaki, two portions."

A girl's voice suddenly sounded from the side, interrupting the stall owner's interesting chat. Immediately afterwards, a figure wearing a yukata appeared clearly in front of the roof. She stretched out two fingers towards the stall owner and gestured.

For a moment, he said every word very seriously.

"Hey, is it you?"

Seeing the girl's side face, Nakamura Masahiro felt an inexplicable familiarity. She was curious, so she suddenly turned her head and looked over. The two looked at each other, and Nakamura Masahiro immediately recognized each other. Looking for Mihui and

When she was in Minami, she was the girl she met, sitting on a picnic mat and singing.

"What a coincidence. Is this fate?"

Dressed in a casual yukata, the girl looks a bit petite, with big bright eyes, fair complexion, and delicate appearance, a perfect template for an anime heroine. A look of surprise flashed across her face, and the girl rushed

Nakamura Masahiro smiled slightly and said hello: "Hello, my name is Miyakoshi Aimi."

"Hello, I am Masahiro Nakamura."

Slightly nodding his head, Nakamura Masahiro smiled back and casually reported his name. This was both out of politeness and because Miyagoshi loved beauty. Maybe this was a bit vulgar, but Nakamura Masahiro was originally a vulgar person, and he lived in this world.

In a society with faces, we are naturally not exempt from vulgarity.

"Actually, we already met yesterday."

Nakamura Masahiro was a little surprised by Miyagoshi Aimei's words. He took the grilled meat skewers from the stall owner's hand, and then stared at the girl carefully. Did he meet her yesterday? I was more impressed yesterday, it seems.

Just go buy a yukata.

"Are you that one?"

Yukata? Thinking of this, a figure wearing traditional clothes appeared in Nakamura Masahiro's mind. The blurry picture gradually became clear, and slowly overlapped with Miyagoshi Aimei in front of him. Nakamura Masahiro hesitated for a moment,

He confirmed in a low voice: "That female clerk?"

"Well, that's me."

Miyakoshi Aimi nodded with a bright smile, confirming Nakamura Masahiro's guess. Obviously, she was happy that Nakamura Masahiro still remembered her.

"Here, your two portions of takoyaki are ready, please use them slowly."

The stall owner interrupted their thoughts, and then he handed the takoyaki to Miyagoshi Aimi's hand. He thanked her, Miyagoshi Aimi paid the money, picked up the takoyaki, and walked with Nakamura Masahiro.

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The bustling crowds, the comings and goings of street shops, the flashing neon lights of all kinds, the noisy noises, and the rising heat from the roadside houses and terraces create a bustling scene.

This is the night in downtown Kanazawa. Although it is getting late, the prosperity has not faded away. Unlike the edge area where Masahiro Nakamura lives, when it gets dark, there are not many people around, and only some izakayas are still doing business.

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Walking slowly, Nakamura Masahiro felt quite calm. He looked at Mihui, and then glanced at Miyagoshi Aimi from time to time. Probably because he had learned from the experience of being burned by takoyaki, Mihui was very good at eating now.

Be careful, blow your breath from time to time, the little bites look like a kawaii fighting kitten. Miyakoshi Aimi also has the same expression, her little mouth is pouting, for fear of getting burned.<

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"Miyagoshi-san, you work at AEON Department Store, right?"

Although the state of the two walking on the street is a bit like a scene in an anime, and the atmosphere is quite warm, this is real life after all, and it is impossible to remain silent all the time. Therefore, Nakamura Masahiro took the initiative to find a topic.

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Well, this topic seems to be close to nonsense. When she was buying a yukata at Aeon Department Store, Miyakoshi Aimi was wearing traditional clothes. She was obviously a store clerk in the mall. If not, she would not be dressed like that.<

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"Well, I work part-time at Aeon Department Store..."

Miyakoshi Aimi walked slowly, eating takoyaki, and answered: "I just come to work at a fixed time."

"Part-time job? Come to work at a fixed time?"

From Miyagoshi Aimi's words, Nakamura Masahiro heard other meanings, and asked with some confusion: "Then you are still a student, right? You don't live in Jinshixi either?"

"Yes, I'm just here to do odd jobs. Is there anything strange about it?"

After swallowing the food in her mouth, Miyakoshi Aimi looked up at Nakamura Masahiro and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "I live in Nomi, and the hourly wage here is higher, so I came here."

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